Spirit Cloth

H was for Heart

And hand.

And now maybe hope.

The Alphabet Soup Quilt. In February, a lot of just going is planned before sleep. No showing or telling, just stitching. It really is about sweet dreams.  So long ago, this one, but it feels just right in these days. But these days will surely change it.

a wishing heart

There was some going...

while feeling unsure.

I just really like the threads in this photo.

There are a lot of loose threads here.

to be continued...

...as we near my 71st birthday in February of 2022 ( geez, do you believe it?) I will begin recording creative process over at Feel Free as part of a new (teaching?, maybe just saying) segment of Patchwork in Perspective, the forever part. In preparation, the Feel Free site will be down, for a bit, so I might make some necessary changes. 

What will this place be then? Home I guess. The safety net. In case I fall back inward at some point or run out of things to say.  I have a sense that I might be rocking back and forth. 

Snow stopped, sun's out. I love how Soul-o is more of the beast today. He just came in from the cold.

storm watching

You call this a storm?

We are on the edge of it. Probably we will not see much more than 5-6 inches.

It is snowing inside too.

Bigger wind coming later...we'll see. Wind can be many things.

The different thing about this storm is that it is snowing and it is so so cold. 8 but feels like -10. 

Sitting here thinking how much mending comes in handy.

Feeling open. Warm.

Stitching that.

Love is not silly.

Storm Watch

Brewing.

Nothing yet.

This morning, suddenly, I could see wind in the base cloth, a storm brewing even. So maybe, for this moment I will call it Storm Watcher. Then maybe later, depending on how it goes, Storm Keeper. The connection is already there. A Story brewing then. A Storm might be like a Story.

I keep finding feathers...

I've been keeping them at the edge of the Deep Pool of Thought. A big cloth and be a catcher of things.

4 am

Sleep has returned some normalcy to my days.

I feel it, a sense of OKness, self, that has been absent this past year.

Rising really early is like food to me.

I love just jars. How they fill a space with glistening emptiness.

The cloth to the left of the above photo. Safe But Open. It has been that. For a while now.

Still seems that. Looking again but not renaming. Knowing the unfinished here, the clothworks that surrounds me, will sustain me as I become along with them. There is really no such thing as finished in this regard. I have almost lost interest in it. The "finished product". At each glance, it is, and I can hold that. Over and over. We are the same. We are liquid.

Everything, in Perspective, is liquid.

 

What is a life?

I so relate to a basket of scraps.

There is a mirror across from the bed, on the closet door. This is a pic of the reflection. I was trying to get a pic of soul-o, but the pic was snapped before I was ready. So here we are. Me almost 71 and he is getting older too. Sleeping in again. 

We are about to remove that mirror. And the closet wall it hangs on.  Maybe ourselves. With a hammer. It'll be a mess. But we don't care. This house is just too "house", if you can get that.  Who needs closets?  Not me. I prefer baskets. Or just less stuff. We need light moving through.  The walls without heating vents, we think they need to go. At least that is the thought caught today.

Meanwhile, looks like a bigger snow coming at the end of the week... so off to the market we go. I made a note to self, to grow and freeze or preserve more veggies next season. Get organized in that regard. 

I needed some sun. I will talk about this one eventually. Maybe I said that already when I started it

10 years

or so

ago.

We slept in...

The soul-0 alarm didn't go off.

Something this simple...

Old drawings.

They make up a good portion of my loose pages.

This one, the original thread, one of my favorites. For so many reasons that are ready for reconsideration. But today, the angle of observation. The putting in perspective. Such a simple way to change a form. To create the illusion of depth. But then, perspective or point of view becomes an illusion, as does form. And so...(to be continued)

This drawing has many stories.

I put the PlaceKeeper back in the top menu bar, (links to follow) tried to clean up and delete old links that are no longer valid. Still work to do there. Maybe it will all change. Things change. People change. Focus changes. For now it's there. I am not so much of a web surfer anymore. Many folks have abandoned blogs and moved to Instagram, which I have sort of fallen out of love with. I mostly use it for shop updates. La La La. 

It may move above freezing this afternoon. Currently a balmy 19 degrees.

Colder and Higher

Probably the most frozen I have ever ever felt.

And the scene outside makes me want to do some pencil drawings.

How many thoughts are just thought and not acted on? That is the question and the reason I will continue with my new series. Still, frozen here. In mind but not really spirit. My spirit is moving toward Unconditional Sharing.

Named it, Your Love is Lifting Me. After a flurry of new energy. And this song, popped into my head. Still, I think it needs a little green.

Those 4 loose puzzle pieces, just gathered for their warmth, the fire inside.

Love. I think of Mo and Rod and then think Higher and Higher, so let me (re)name it that. Happy to find that old song stuck in my head this chilly morn.

4 degrees, feels like -2. But then as I might have said before, if it feels like -2, it is -2.